A tempest rises and subsides within me
Building unfurling tumbling
It recedes to build itself up again
Hitting the walls within me
They are thinning, God knows how long they'll last.
Endless waves tossing and turning
I feel it all over myself prickling
Each breath shakes with this storm
And every ***** tickling
I finally exhale, the smoke (of my burnt insides), it seems
I exhale it all from within
And the smoke takes up another form
in front of my eyes, Writhing and slithering;
*It looks oddly like you.